Thanks to Rochelle for continuing to keep the Fictioneers in tune and to David Stewart for his photo this week, there was a bandstand like this one, in the park near where I grew up, those were the days…
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
And The Band Played On
‘When we’re married, you won’t go away to sea anymore will you, Wallace?’
‘No love, I promise. But these jobs bring in more money than I was earning in the orchestra. I get to see more of the world too.’
Maria smiled, sensing it was best to leave things there. He had promised.
The letter telling him the band had been transferred to the White Star Line came three days later.
‘Look, I’ve been assigned as the new bandleader love, I could make some good contacts for the future.’
With Maria’s blessing he boarded RMS Titanic on 10th April 1912
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Wallace Hartley was born in my home town of Colne in Lancashire. A large bust of him stood outside the library and I used to pass it most Saturdays when I went shopping with my mother. The story of how the band played on as the Titanic sank, was told to every pupil. The town is very proud of its famous son. You can read more about him here
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